Test Subject #174

Chapter 1

  I opened my eyes carefully. I was still in my cell.

  Suddenly a high-pitched scream rang throughout the building making me wince. I ran up to my cell's locked door and looked out the small window.

  A girl with short blonde hair and a short gray dress was being dragged across the floor by two of the Doctor's assistants. She screamed again as the assistants' nails dug deep into her wrists, creating cuts.

  I saw one of the assistants look into my direction and I immediately ducked away from the window.

  After a few minutes I looked out of the window and the assistants and the girl were gone.

  I uttered a small sigh of relief and walked over to my bed and sat down. Technically it wasn't really a bed, it was just an old dirty matress with a blanket.

  I reached underneath the mattress and grabbed my knife.

  It was the size of my hand. I always kept it under my bed, just in case.

  No one has noticed that I have a knife, and I really don't want to know what the assistants or the Doctor would do if they found out.

  I've already killed 3 assistants a few weeks ago and no one has found out that it was me who killed them.

  The door to my cell opened and I immediately threw the knife under the mattress and laid on top of the mattress.

  "Don't pretend to be asleep."

  I flinched slightly. I immediately recognized the voice. It was the Doctor's. I heard a few giggles and I knew that the Doctor wasn't alone.

  "Stand up. Now."

  I obeyed. I turned around to face the Doctor and two of his assistants.

  They were all wearing white labcoats and one of the assistants had a small piece of tape. I knew what that tape was for. It was in case I started to attack them.

  What's the point? They'll end up killing me since they're stronger than I am.

  "Alright, assistants get her to the laboratory on the South Wing."

  "Yes Doctor."

  One of the assistants walked over to me and grabbed my arms tightly. The other one put tape over my mouth and tied my wrists together with tape.

  They dragged me across the floor to a small lab.

  A sign on the door read: Lab #5816

  "Get her inside."

  The assistants obeyed the Doctor and threw me inside the lab.

  I looked around. Five other assistants were already inside the lab, looking at me with curious eyes. The Doctor walked in with a folder in his hand.

  "Put her in the bed and tie her up." He ordered.

  The assistants dragged me to a small bed and threw me on top of it, tying me to it with rope.

  The Doctor grabbed a rolling chair from a desk and sat on it, scooting closer to me.

  "Look at you, you didn't even whine a bit when we dragged you here. Good girl." He said leaning closer to me and placing a hand on my chin.

  I glared at him and moved my face away from his hand.

  He smirked. I have to admit, the Doctor is extremely handsome. He has dark black hair and brown eyes. He has a very defined, masculine jawline and he's probably around twenty-years old.

  But a pretty face isn't anything if you have an ugly heart.

  "Let's get started." The Doctor said.

  The assistants walked over to me and injected me with a clear liquid and then everything went black.